I'm high profile, but you can't see me hoe Got limosine tint like a real CEO Hands free, talkin' on the speaker phone Handlin' my business, just tryin' to get my freak on You know, bitches always beepin' me with code 69 I'm real with mine, I make hoes wait in line Can't fuck 'em all, and don't want to Cause some of these tramps might front you (watch out) You waited six months, I fucked her on the first date And so I smoke the green weed to keep my mind straight It's Friday, doin' shit my way Me and yo' bitch, rollin' down the highway (right) While you shootin' that, she gave it up easy Fore play and all that, wasn't tryin' to tease me Now you want to feud, fuck that shit (slut) Let's fight behind a lady, not that punk ass bitch
Watch 'em keep your eyes open Doesn't make sense
Now here I go, spittin' another verse Let the pen read my mind cause the shit ain't rehearsed I'm so curious, about what this fat bitch have A big bag of weed and a pack of zig-zags (smokin) So I kicked it with her, with no intentions to fuck Smoked up her weed and got my dick sucked (yeah right) I said I got a lot of money but I'm short on cash Could you give a nigga some so I can get some gas? (stupid shit) She gave me twenty dollars, I know it's small pimpin' But it's mandatory, when I deal with all women (all these hoes) It ain't gon' be no one sided, I support her shit Just because she hurt, Too $hort got a grip, bitch! I break it down, like the beat Ride you like a motherfuckin' seventy-three Old school, everytime I roll through All you suckers know who all the bitches go to, Short Dawg
Fuck a bitch, they fuck with you main Foul mouthed little motherfuckers?
It's cause rap music is like sellin' dope Every dollar you invest you get seven mo' (and that's real) I hope you never ask me, how much it costs If you can't figure out how the fuck I floss (big ballin) You better get in where you fit in Cause a nigga like me ain't kiddin' (no jokes) Here come her boyfriend, with that narrow minded shit Kissin' on the bitch, she sucked everybody dick (slut) Don't get mad, you knew the bitch had flaws Ridin' in the Benz (bitch) dick hangin out my drawers, Now why she give me head? (why?) All she ever wanted was to get in my bed I ain't gotta be a trick to tramp your hoe (nope) I spit the game like a pimp while I'm ridin' chrome I had a dream I was through, can't sell records Can't catch hoes, bring 'em home and get naked (what?) It's not the first time, I had this dream But music is my drug and I'm a dopefiend (straight) The way I put it down, it don't seem too hard Scorin' points like Kareem-Abdul Jabbar (swish) And if you tryin to catch me, you'll find out fast What you tryin' to do is an impossible task (can't do it) Cause what I'm doin' (can't do that) no rapper ever did it (can't do that) Eleven albums and I'm still the shit, bitch!
Can't do that, nah, nah, ain't gon' happen Old school Too $hort, that's right I said Too $hort
We go way back, you know what I'm sayin'? Buy you some motherfuckin' business Get up out the madness